He [20M] lets me [18F] take control, then reminds me who's in charge. (LONG) | 2016

So, this is my first post. I wrote this for my SO, but he gave me permission to share it with you guys! To help you better imagine me getting fucked, I'm about 5'4'', and weigh roughly 100 pounds. Thin, but still feminine, with a small waist. I've got pale skin and dark brown, naturally wavy hair that falls just above my ass. Let me know what you think, and don't be gentle.

You open your front door to find me standing there, cheeks flushed from the cold, wearing a yellow dress that lets the sun illuminate my shape from behind. A slight smile and I step inside, skipping the pleasantries. I may look innocent in this moment, but we both know I’m not. Closing the door, I lean into it, pulling you with me and guiding your arms to wrap around to my back. I rest my hands on your neck, pulling you in for one slow kiss, then I’m leading you to the bedroom. I look back at you quickly, push the door open, and smile because I know what’s next.

I push you down into that green chair with no legs, making it the perfect height for you to only just see what I’m wearing under this dress as I bend over to plug my phone into your speaker, choosing something slow and hypnotizing. It takes me a moment to get acclimated to the steady pulse my body is now following. Turning around, I see you adjust yourself, your pants already tightening over you. That’s all me, and it makes my stomach flutter. I bend over to kiss your neck- only planning on one, just to leave you wanting, but your reaction is just too delicious to stop. I linger there for a minute, biting down gently and sucking the flesh between my teeth as my hair falls over your chest. Your breathing gets heavier with each pulse I pull out of you, and one slight groan escapes as your arms wrap around my back to bring me closer. I plant my hands on your chest, simultaneously pushing you back against the chair and lifting myself to stand over you again. I start swaying gently to the music, making eye contact as I gather my hair at the back of my head and turn so you can see the nape of my neck, my delicate shoulders, and the hint of a smile as I let the waves fall back down, almost- but not quite- to my ass. I roll my body, lifting the dress just enough to let you see the lowest line of my underwear, then letting it fall again. The music commands my movements for the moment. I hear you unbuckling your belt, and turn around to move your arms to the armrests, holding them there for just a moment and making silent eye contact that says, ‘Not yet.’ I’m closer than I meant to be, my arms not long enough to put distance between our faces. I release your hands, waiting to make sure they stay planted before pushing your hair back from your face, anchoring my hand behind your ear, but not pulling. I lean in as if to kiss you, but when you move forward to close the gap between our lips, I’m standing again. Facing the television now, I’m catching glimpses of your reflection and reveling in the way you’re looking at me like I’m the sexiest fucking thing on the planet. It feels powerful in a way I can’t describe. I see your hands reach up, but before they can find a resting place on my hips I push them away smoothly without breaking my own rhythm.

I’m tired of this dress now. Too much material, and I want you to see every contour in my back, the curves of my waist, the slight outline of hip bones peeking out when I turn just enough in your direction, the way these panties lay over my ass, the way my hair glides over my skin in waves with every movement, the way the light reflects off my freshly shaved legs.. I pull the fabric up in front of myself first, peek back at you over my shoulder to make sure you’re drinking in every moment, and finally over my back as I bend over, feet planted on either side of yours. The panties are sheer, white netting, and you can see that I’ve already soaked through them in anticipation of when I finally let you touch me. I’m not wearing a bra. I drop the yellow fabric to the floor, flipping my hair back over before I stand up again, bending my knees so I can just brush over your lap as I’m dancing. You try to touch me again, fingers brushing across my ass and tracing a path over my thighs to the front, dangerously close to my soaked pussy, before I manage to redirect them to my sides, making sure they don’t go any lower than my waist- but only for a second. I hear you groan again, dying to have your way with me, as I hold myself up by putting my weight on your hands, now back where I want them, on the armrests. I straighten my legs, still backed up against the chair, and bend all the way over again, hair brushing the floor as I move from side to side, taunting you and drinking in our mutual frustration with fingers still interlocked. I whip my hair over to rest on my right shoulder, and hold it there as I slowly roll up, perfectly in sync with the music melting from the speaker.

At last, I turn to face you, and never breaking eye contact, move your hands down to your lap, repositioning myself so my knees take their spot, facing you so I can feel your chest, how heavily you’re breathing, and run my fingers through your hair. You finally have a decent view of my tits, nipples hard and occasionally brushing across your face when I’m feeling generous. I’m hovering just above your lap so that when I dip down, I can feel the warmth coming from your now completely solid cock, accidentally brushing up against it from time to time, but never for too long. Occasionally you try to run your fingers up the inside of my thighs, just barely gliding over the skin, and I push your hands away, though no part of me wants you to stop. My own hand slides inside my panties, and you can see my fingers move through the useless fabric.

I lean over to kiss your right ear, working my tongue up the length of it, and back down to suck on your lobe, kissing the spot on your neck directly behind it, and moaning ever so slightly into your ear as I intentionally apply pressure directly onto your shaft for the first time, lightly grinding up and down the length perfectly visible through your pants. Reminding myself to take it slow, I resist the urge to grind out an orgasm right then. This time, when you go to unbuckle your belt, I don’t stop you. Instead, my hand finds its way easily into your pants, and I can finally feel exactly how hard you are as my fingers wrap around you, slowly twisting up and down your length. It takes me a while to realize that my hips are moving, grinding over your thigh as my lips press into yours, never hard enough. You’re intoxicating, and I need more. Now. I pull your cock out through the hole in your boxers, and my panties to the side- no time for undressing.

I can only hold out long enough to guide your head along the length of my now dripping cunt three times before working it in and almost immediately swallowing your entire length, letting out a moan that stutters louder with every inch. My hips roll slowly, deliberately, up and back down your length, shuddering every time I bury you. I pull up once and squeeze tight around the tip of your cock, wrapping my arms around your neck and locking my fingers for stability, then slamming back down again, as hard as I can while still maintaining that perfect angle. Too perfect. You’re is filling me completely, not a centimeter out of place, and I can’t bring myself to rise up again just yet, instead grinding my clit against you in circles, soaking both of us. My head is spinning, and I forget to regulate the noises I’m making. I forget everything but the feeling of your beautiful cock inside me. But I’m being selfish, and I recognize the look in your eyes that says just that. The look that says it’s time to give you what you want. So, of course, I don’t change a thing. It’s a dare, and we both know it. It’s written all over my face: ‘What are you going to do about it?’ Your laugh then is gruff, menacing. I know what’s coming- I just don’t know how it will happen. You grip my waist hard, reminding me how small I am in comparison to your hands, and I fight back with all of my might when you try to raise me carefully up off your dick, but of course you ultimately win.

The second you’re no longer inside me, you throw me onto the bed, where I bounce twice before settling into the pillows. My heart is pounding out of my god damn chest as you step closer, contemplating your next move. Were you going to simply assume control of the situation? Or did I deserve to be punished for misbehaving? “Turn over.” You growl, but I don’t. I just stare at you, terrified but excited, pushing your limits with a slightly crooked smile. One more step, and you’re hovering over me.

You’re still fully clothed, but I’m wearing nothing but these sheer panties- I might as well be naked. “I said, turn over.” Each syllable is more forceful than the last. Still, I just stare at you, that smile fading slightly as my eyes widen and eyebrows raise. ‘Are you going to punish me, sir?’ I say without speaking. I can’t tell if you’re laughing because my defiance is so thin when you obviously hold all of the power- power that you occasionally let me borrow- or because you’re amused by your own next action.

You drop your pants to the floor and kneel onto the bed over me as I shrink into the pillows under my back. You grab my hair, pull my head up enough to yank the pillow out from under me, throwing it onto the floor and me down onto the bed. I sit up to put some distance between your imposing form and my own submissive one, knees pulled to my chest, but we both know it’s an empty gesture. You’re having none of it. You grab both of my ankles and pull them back to either side of you so that you’re kneeling between my open legs. Thinking you’re going to fuck me again, I spread them eagerly to make room for you. But I’m getting ahead of myself, and realize my mistake when you smack my legs together easily, straddling them and moving forward until your dick is staring me in the face, your knees hooked around my elbows. You wrap my hair around your hand again and order me to open my mouth.

I open it for just a second, and snap it shut again, holding my eyes to yours. I barely have time to smile defiantly before you pull back and smack it off my face. “Open your fucking mouth.” You spit at me as you hook your fingers between my teeth, holding it open yourself now, regardless of how I would have responded. Before I can breathe, you shove your cock deep into the back of my throat, and I immediately gag, filling my mouth with thick spit that spreads itself down to your base, and dripping in a steady stream from my mouth to my tits. I’m doing the best I can to wrap my lips tight around it and suck, but it’s hard to do when you’re fucking my face so quickly. I push you deeper into my throat from behind, sweat already coating your back.

“What did I tell you about sucking a dick, slut?” A few light taps on my face to remind me who’s in charge now. A moan vibrating around you says I’ve heard the order, and I bring my hand up to keep its own rhythm up and down your shaft, circling and squeezing ever so slightly when it reaches your head, and back down again. The more cock hungry I get, the more you let me control the rhythm, though you never back away. My pussy is dripping again, this time all over your bed, and I need to be touched. But when I reach down into my panties to satisfy myself, you pull my arm away like I should know better. And I should. This isn’t for me- you get to decide when I feel good.

I look into your eyes the best I can being so far below you, and silently beg you to touch me. You see my desperation, and I think you take pity on me, because you reach behind yourself and yank my underwear down around my knees. My legs open naturally, begging for some form of contact, but you pull them back together with one hand, never letting your cock leave my mouth. Understanding the rules, I keep them there, shaking before you even touch me. Finally, finally, finally, you work one finger down my clit, and back up once. But just this has me struggling to concentrate on your pleasure, so you immediately take it away and grab the back of my head with both hands, shoving your cock in my face full force. I moan around you whenever I have the breath to- you might as well be fucking me at this point. My hands are on your ass now, pushing you deeper into my throat and gagging with every thrust, tears running down my face and bringing my makeup with it. I’m almost screaming now, unable to get enough of your cock in my mouth, but also aching to feel you penetrate me again. I can’t tell anymore if the tears are a reflex, or a result of my longing. I can’t fucking stand it anymore. I need to feel you in me. I desperately try to make eye contact with you, and when you finally look down it’s with a smirk.

“What is it? What?”

As you’re pulling your dick out of my mouth and me up by my hair, I manage to choke out an “I need you. Inside..”

Another smirk. “What? In here?” You ask as you shove two fingers unceremoniously into my pussy. I moan a little bit too loud at that, showing too many cards. You’re smirking again, and I’m melting back onto the sheets, moving my hips up to meet your knuckles every time you try taking your fingers away. Dizzy and insatiable, I outstretch my own fingers to your dick, but you keep yourself just out of reach.

I manage a pitiful “Please. Please..” only to hear you laugh again. Straining against your fingers, trying my best to give you what you want so you will finally fuck me, I choke, “Please, sir. I need it. I need it, please.”

“Need what? What do you need?” It’s so condescending, leading, as if I could never complete the thought on my own. You stop moving your fingers, and I’m left to writhe against them myself. But I know you decide when I get to feel good, and you make sure I do by taking them away.

“I need your cock.” My voice breaks with the last word, and it comes out as more of a whine. I’m desperate- I’ll do anything to be filled, the dirty fucking slut that I am. “Please fuck me.”

I almost cry when you finally hook your arms around my knees, positioning yourself right above my slit. I know it won’t be long now, and I’m not wrong. You smack my clit with your cock- one, two, three, four times. Each sends shockwaves and trembles through my body. And then you’re impaling me again, pushing all of your weight into the first thrust. Relief floods through my limbs, and I finally feel whole. I’m so wet that when you pull back there’s no friction at all. You slide back in again, and a “Fuck,” escapes without my permission. I search for your eyes. You start pumping faster, and I can’t help but almost cry a “Thank you.”

When you finally make eye contact, it’s only to say, “It’s not for you, bitch.” This only makes me shudder in the best way. My legs pull themselves up to rest on my shoulders, and when you adjust to my position, it feels like my brain cells scatter to separate ends of the universe. My face is buzzing, and I’m screaming now, so loud the neighbors are probably going to need a cigarette when we’re done.

“Do you see what happens when you’re a good girl?” Your voice like silk over my skin.

“Yes sir,” I whimper.

“Are you going to listen to me now?” God, that fucking voice.

“Yes,” and it’s begun. “Yes. Yes! YES FUCKING YES FUCK ME YES! FUCK, I’ll do anything you want. Make me your bitch, pleeeease!” The last word comes out as five syllables.

“Fucking turn over then,” you’re growling again, and it sends more shockwaves into every cell of my body. My clit is throbbing, and I half expect to come right then, your balls slapping against me with every thrust.

I don’t want to change a single thing- can’t imagine any better feeling than exactly this moment. But I obey, like a good little slut. I take this opportunity to kick my panties off, and by now we’re both dripping with sweat, making it hard to get a good hold on you.

I bury my face and chest in the mattress, knowing full well that you won’t let me stay there for long. And I’m absolutely right. Almost immediately after you plug my cunt, I’m screaming again, “OH, SHIT, shit shitshitshitfuuuckkkk,” into the open air, as you’ve gathered all my hair into an easy fistful and are holding me up by that alone. I obey your silent guidance and keep my head up myself, freeing up both of your hands to grip my waist and pull me into you harder and faster than I thought was possible.

“Fuck, yesss! Use me like the dirty little fucking slut I am.” This all comes out in fragments- you’re fucking me way too hard to allow for graceful communication. But you do what I ask- just not in the way I expected.

Suddenly, you’ve left me empty. I feel my legs pushed flat against the bed again, and before I’ve had time to process this change of pace, you’re shoving your ass in my face and telling me to stick my tongue out like the dirty slut I just asked you to make me into. I don’t want to want this, but I’ve been waiting for the next time you asked me to do it. I’ve made myself come at the thought of it, and it’s finally here. I think my pussy might explode. I do as I’m told, and stick my tongue out. You grind against my face, and I wish you would let me touch myself. But, just like when you face fucked me, the more hungry I am, the more you let me control your pleasure.

When I’ve finally earned the right to fully drive the situation and your fingers untangle themselves from my hair, I start slow, but eager. I work my tongue in circles around your hole and cup your balls, eager to please. My tongue trails from the base of your balls to the edge of your asshole and back, following different paths until you manage to gasp that it’s too much. When I think you’re ready, I move back up to your asshole, gentle and sloppy at first- putting as much spit between my tongue and you as possible- then in earnest, gaining speed and trying to push my tongue as far inside as I can. You’re delicious, and I should hate myself for it, but I can’t. This time, it’s me grabbing you by the hips, and you push back just the way I want you to. I love the way you moan for me.

I slowly introduce my pinky, first letting it sit under my tongue as I move to your balls and back again a few times, massaging that bridge as I briefly take them into my mouth, one by one, then allowing it to follow the circular path I take back to where I know you really want me. As I very slowly start to work it inside you along with my tongue, I feel another wave of throbbing hit myself. My hips start to rise and fall with the grinding of yours, and you pick up on it, graciously bending over to meet my very apparent needs.

Your tongue is everywhere I need it to be, working over my clit, briefly entering my vagina, and trailing around my asshole, and the further you bend over my aching body, the better I can reach your own needs. I bury my face in you, still pulling you closer with my free hand, dizzy. I never want this to end. You slip one single finger inside me, and I’ve immediately forgotten my place. Shit. I know what’s coming.

I’m empty again. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Did I tell you to stop?”

I shrink back into the mattress in the time it takes you to turn around, but you wrap your hand around my face, pulling me up to look you directly in the eyes. There’s no escaping my punishment. You only let go to slap me, but instead of feeling remorse like a good little fucktoy, I moan, reveling in the lasting sting and the ringing in my ears. I try to pull you into me for a kiss, but you just smack me back down onto the bed.

“Why would I kiss such a filthy whore? Huh?” I silently search your eyes for any part of you that might want to.

“Answer me.” Your voice drops, dangerous. It wasn’t a rhetorical question.

I grasp for any reason you would, but “You wouldn’t..” It comes out sounding so pathetic.

“That’s right. Good girl.” You’re reaching up to stroke my hair now, and I no longer feel quite so pathetic. Warmth radiates from where you touch me, pouring through my body. Every muscle relaxes. I’m your good girl. I’m yours. I meet your eyes with gratitude. My “Thank you,” is barely more than a whisper this time.

You remind me that it’s not a favor by pulling my legs open again and landing five hard smacks on my clit, throwing the words at me with each. “It’s not for you, slut.” But, fuck, it feels so good. And I tell you so.

And then I’m face down again, with you poised right against my waiting pussy, tired of talking. There isn’t time to catch my breath before you plunge into me again. “FUCK, thank you!” I scream, but you’re tired of telling me, and before I can apologize you’re slapping my ass. Over and over until the stings are so sharp I can’t help but flinch away when you pull your arm back, and then a few more times for good measure. Every time you hit me, I gush more. I wonder how long it would take to run out of this juice. God, your cock feels so good, I think I must eventually pass out. I hook my feet around your legs and use the new leverage to pull you in deeper, faster, but you stop moving then, and I immediately see what I’ve done wrong. Fuck. No, I need this. I freeze, not wanting to do anything that might displease you.

“Please, don’t take it away,” I plead. “Please, I think I might come soon.” My breathing is jagged as I strain to have you deeper without you noticing.

“Who said you could come?” Those words, coupled with the fact that you generously start working slowly in and out of me again, are too much. You’re still barely moving your hips, making me wait while you decide what to do, when it starts to build. Your hand slides down in between my legs, just barely making contact with my throbbing clit, and you slam into me hard, not realizing how close I am.

“OH my fucking god, yes!” I scream, hooking my feet over your legs again and pumping your cock as hard and as fast as I can, not caring about the punishment- I only need a few more seconds. “Please don’t make me st-,” is all I can manage before exploding from the inside, shuddering and pressing your hand over my clit harder, making a mess between us that I hope I’ll be in trouble for later. I feel my pussy tighten and convulse around you, and I know you feel it, too.

You were kind enough to let me finish, but, “Who said you could come?!” You’re livid. “No one did..” I try and fail not to smile as I say this- I’m ready to be a good girl again.

Before you can punish me, I’ve got my lips wrapped around your cock, sucking myself off of you, cleaning up the mess I made. You relax back into the mattress, knowing that I’m at my best when you let me take care of you myself. I soften my tongue and pay special attention to your head, letting spit flow from my mouth to coat you, both hands now working in opposite directions to give you as much sensation as possible, then flattening around base, pushed all the way down by my mouth. I want to taste your cum so badly, but I still don’t want this to be over. You’ve been waiting long enough, though, and it’s time to give you what you need. You’re pushing into my face, and I speed up to match you, each stroke more deliberate than the last, rolling your skin gently over the edge of your head every time I reach the top, twisting my wrist just slightly, and rolling my fingers back and forth, alternating the pressure between them, massaging your cock, and trying to suck the cum out of you.

You gasp, filling me with warm pride. And again. I did that. I can tell before you can that you’re about to erupt, and make sure not to change anything, savoring these last few moments I get to take care of you, my clit still pulsing. And then, “Oh shit. SHIT. Ah, FUCK.” The ‘F’ sticks in your mouth, and I suck in waves carefully in time with each blast, drinking it in, gradually reducing speed and the intensity of the vacuum in my mouth as your reactions become more abrupt. I swallow without letting go of you just yet, filling my mouth with spit and sweeping my tongue as delicately as possible over every surface of you before finally pulling away, and crawling up to lay on your chest. I love to watch you float in that headspace, knowing that I put you there. You look at me sideways when I laugh at your reaction, like you don’t know what planet I’m from, and for a while, nothing else in the world matters.